Love's End

~Andy~

I woke up with someone's are around me, for one crushing moment I thought it must be Hal's and I'd gone back to him. But I looked at the tattoos running up the arms and realized it was Ash. I started to scoot away, but Ashley tightened his grip and muttered something, I only understood one word.
Mine.
I snuggled back down into his chest and sighed. Even if he just thought I was some hot chick he'd just banged, he was still holding me tightly. That's when I felt my ass get poked. I jumped a foot, and decided to wake Ashley up. I pushed his shoulder and whispered his name.
"What Andy?" his eyes flashed open, sparkling slightly.
He...knew. all along.
"Well I'm... you I'm..." I bit on my lip ring, trying to tell him he was turning me on, he suddenly pushed his erection into my hips and flipped me into my back.
"You keep biting your lip and I'll have to assume the position for you." I felt my blush get hot, and gathered my courage for what I wanted. I closed my eyes, pushed my lips up, just bellow his.
"Do it then. I need you." And just like that he was all over me. His hands suddenly.in my waist, lips on mine. He began kissing down my jaw line to my neck before nuzzling it, right on my sweet spot. I gasped and shoved my half hard dick into his pelvis, before he shoved my hips flush down. His hands were sliding under my shirt, my hands in his hair. He skimmed over my ribs, his figures biting down slightly. I jumped and accidentally bit him. I guess he thought it had turned me on, because he laughed and did it again.
"Ow, Ash." I whipped, burrowing my head into his shoulder.
"Andy? Sweetheart, what's wrong?" I shook my head. He sighed and began pulling my shirt up, but I locked my arms down, preventing his eyes from looking. He sighed, grabbed the collar and ripped it open. Revealing beneath the guy bruises and scratches.
"Andy, who the hell did this to you?" Ashley demanded, his teeth clenched down.
"I.. fell."
"Bull shot. Damn it Andy, who?"
"Hal." I whispered, looking down.
And just like that I was all alone.
He didn't want me. I was so pathetic he couldn't stand me. I felt tears prick my eyes and pushed away from the couch, going to the bathroom. I'd promised Jinxx I'd stop. But I grabbed my razor, and broke the blade free, before going against my thighs.
Usless.
Pathetic.
Fagot.
Dead.
Waste of space.
The crudely cut in words stung, tears falling on them.
Then it all faded away.

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